Water Based Warfare

Waking up on a hard floor lying next to someone hairier than a mountain gorilla is quite weird by all accounts, but when you're in Lincoln it's even weirder. I feel I should really explain myself...

You see Alex’s birthday was at the beginning of March so we decided that the end of November was as good a time as any to celebrate! Put simply, Alex had paintballing vouchers which expired today, so we used them.

We (Me, Matt and Rob) went down on Saturday night via Lincolnshire’s death roads in thick fog which was interesting. Had a few drinks, the usual, got back to Alex’s room and undertook what can only be described as the systematic pranking of everyone in my phone-book. It’s surprising how many people get annoyed at being called at 2am, but we just thought it was funny.

Matt, having forgotten his sleeping bag, had to spoon with Alex. I take great pleasure in publishing this photo:



And realising that the floor was about as comfortable as a 17th century slave ship I decided to try sleeping like this:



So anyway, paintballing. It was actually quite fun. There’s no better feeling than nailing a big, fat, annoying guy in the head from distance (and I didn’t even mean that in a sexual way).

The downside: Matty shooting his own team-mates. I’m sure he’s responsible for the lump on the back of my head. Dopey Bugger!